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Meenal ke erotic comic pages ne mujhe studio mein rok liya

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Meenal ne table lamp ka switch daba diya aur dupatta apne kandhon par daal liya. Lightbox ab bhi dheela sa jal raha tha, uske neeche teen page chipke the, aur uski nazar unhi par atki hui thi jaise nikalna ab bhi adhura ho.

“Main nikal rahi hoon,” usne kaha, lekin joota pehenne ke bajay woh wapas table ke kinare aa gayi.

Main sink par nib dho raha tha. Pani thanda tha. Dehradun ki is pehli manzil wali studio mein hum dono shaam se zine ke panels complete kar chuke the. Regular pages alag stack mein the. Kaam khatam tha, sirf nikalna bacha tha.

Bharat ke is pahadi shehar mein independent comics ka kaam aise hi raat ko tikta hai, isliye studio ki khidki adhi khuli thi aur gali ki hawa andar aa rahi thi. Maine towel se ungliyan ponchhin.

“Nikalna hai to nikal,” maine kaha. “Cover subah maanga jayega.”

Usne lamp wapas on kiya. Uski aankhen mere taraf uthin, phir un teen pages par girin. Koi hansi nahi thi. Sirf ek seedhi si baat thi jo uske muh tak aa chuki thi.

Ink sookhne se pehle rukna

“Yeh zine ke nahi hain,” Meenal boli. “Yeh main ghar le jaane wali thi. Tere chehre se banaye hain. Tere haath, teri kamar, woh raat jo maine sirf panel mein sochi.”

Pehla page lightbox par tha: do figures, ek table jaisa surface, balloon ke bina. Doosre page par meri hi body thi, uski line mein, nanga, uske neeche. Teesre par close panel tha, uski chut aur mera muh, itna saaf ke ink abhi sticky lag rahi thi.

Dil tez dhadka. “Tu yeh kab se bana rahi hai?”

“Teen hafte. Har baar socha kal bata dungi. Aaj nikalte nikalte reh gaya. Ab chhupa ke le jaaun ya yahin chhod doon, dono hi jhooth lagega.”

Dupatta uske kandhon se phisalta hua table par gir gaya. Kurta abhi thi, jeans abhi thi, lekin nikalne ka irada toot chuka tha. Main pages se uth kar uske kareeb gaya, itna ke uski saans meri collarbone par padi.

“Agar sirf drawing hoti to main le jati,” usne kaha. “Mujhe yeh tujhse chahiye. Abhi. Nahi chahiye to bol, main pages fold karke nikal jaungi.”

Maine uska haath apni kamar par rakha. “Chahiye. Yahi table. Jaise tere panel mein hai.”

Uske baad koi doosri shart nahi bani. Meenal ne meri t-shirt upar se kheench li, maine uski kurta ke button khole. Bra ke upar meri ungliyan ruki, phir cups neeche sarke. Uski nipples already tight thin. Maine ek ko muh mein liya, doosre ko anguthe se dabaya, aur uski kamar meri taraf kasi.

Jeans ka button usne khud khola. Main zipper neeche le gaya, uski thighs ke upar denim atka, phir poori tarah utar aaya. Cotton panty geeli thi beech se. Maine usko side se hata kar ungli rakhi, aur Meenal ki lambi saans meri gardan par toot gayi.

“Yeh panel teen,” usne halke se kaha, lightbox ki taraf chin uthate hue. “Wahan tu neeche hai. Yahan tu khada reh.”

Main ghutnon par aa gaya. Table ki edge uski kamar ke peeche thi, uski ek taang mere kandhon par chadh gayi. Uski chut already slick thi, maine jeebh se beech ki line ko cheera, clit par ruka, phir andar tak muh daba diya. Meenal ne apna ek haath mere baal mein kas liya, doosra lightbox ke frame par.

Gali se kisi scooter ki speed ki awaaz aayi aur chali gayi. Khidki adhi khuli thi, lekin neeche sirf k grocer ki shutter band thi. Hindustan mein adult comics ab bhi chhup ke chhapte hain, isliye yeh studio bhi gali ke upar chhupa hua tha, aur yahi chhup uske moans ko aur tez kar rahi thi.

“Aur,” usne kaha, saans todte hue. “Doosra page. Mujhe table par litana.”

Maine uski panty poori utar di. Meenal table par let gayi, sketch papers kinare sarakte hue. Uski aankhen mere lund par thin jo jeans ke andar dab raha tha. Maine apni jeans neeche ki, underwear ke saath, aur uski mutthi ne pehle se pakad liya, itna tight ke meri saans atak gayi.

Woh apna muh aage layi, jeebh se sir ko geela kiya, phir andar le gayi. Uski aankhen upar meri taraf thin, bilkul us close panel jaisi jisme artist ne meri hairline tak ink bhar di thi. Maine uske baal peche kiye, tez nahi, bas itna ke rhythm uske control mein rahe.

Kuch der baad usne muh chhoda, honth chamakte hue. “Ab andar. Panel ek wala pose. Mujhe khada karke.”

Usne drawer se condom nikala, packet phaada, aur mere lund par chadhaya. Main uski taang uthata hua aage aaya. Uski chut ne pehle dhakke par hi khinch liya. Meenal ki awaaz dabi hui nikli, phir khuli. Table ki kinare uski kamar atki, mere haath uski thighs ke neeche the, aur har dhakka lightbox ke kaanch par halki si thap thap bhej raha tha.

Uski comic wali baat

Beech beech mein uski nazar un pages par chali jati. “Wahan maine tera muh apni gardan par rakha tha,” usne kaha, aur maine wahi kiya. Uski skin namak si lagi, ink ki smell ab bhi ungliyon par thi. Main gehra gaya, nikal aaya, phir gehra, jab tak uski ungliyan meri peeth par khurach na ne lagi.

“Slow mat,” Meenal boli. “Us page par slow nahi tha.”

Maine pace badhaya. Uski breasts meri chest se takra rahi thin, kurta ab sirf ek kandhe par latki thi. Table ke neeche mera ek chappal nikal gaya, doosra pair ke neeche atka raha. Yeh chhoti si atkan bhi uske liye maze ka hissa ban gayi, kyunki usne hans diya, phir moan mein woh hansi toot gayi.

Uske baad usne mujhe khinch kar khud upar aa gayi. Ab Meenal meri god mein thi, stool ke kinare, uski taangein meri kamar ke round. Uski chut ne mera lund poora baithaya. Woh khud uth ti aur baith ti, meri mutthi uski gaand ke neeche, uska haath lightbox ke kinare balance ke liye.

“Teen hafte se yeh pose sochti thi,” usne kaha, saans ke beech. “Har baar jab tu nib saaf karta, main sochti yeh muh kahin aur hona chahiye.”

Maine uski clit anguthe se mali, uske uthne ke saath. Meenal ki aankhen band huin, khulin, phir meri taraf itni kareeb aa gayin ke hamari maathen takra gayin. Uski saans meri saans se takra rahi thi. Jab uska orgasm aaya to usne mere kandhon ko daant se daba liya, body kasti hui, chut mera lund ko dabaye rakha, aur ek dabi hui awaaz nikal gayi jo khidki tak gayi.

Uske dhilane ke baad bhi main andar tha. Meenal ne meri gardan se muh hata kar kaha, “Tu bhi. Mujhe feel karna hai.”

Maine usko table par wapas litaya, uski taang meri kamar par, aur tez choda. Uski chut ab bahut geeli thi, har dhakke par awaaz aa rahi thi. Lightbox ki roshni uski pet par kaamp rahi thi, uske baal table se latak rahe the, aur teesra page uske kaan ke paas sarak kar ruk gaya, bilkul us close-up ke saamne jisme maine usko chata tha.

Mera orgasm usi nazar ke saath aaya. Main uske andar tak atak gaya, condom ke andar girta hua, uski thighs meri kamar par kasi hui. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Kuch pal sirf yahi tha: table ki thandi surface, uski garam skin, aur bahar gali ka koi radio jo kisi film ka gaana chala raha tha.

Maine nikalte hue condom sambhala. Meenal table se utri, kurta seedha kiya, lekin jeans abhi pair ke paas hi padi rahi. Usne apna haath mere seene par rakha, na rokne ke liye, na agla plan banane ke liye, bas is liye ke dhadkan abhi bhi tez thi.

“Yeh pages main ab fold karke nahi le jaungi,” usne kaha. “Yeh yahin sookhenge. Kal dekhungi ink ne kya kiya.”

Main kuch kehta, lekin uski nazar phir lightbox par chali gayi, jaise ab drawing aur body dono ek hi sheet par the. Maine apni jeans uthai, button lagaya, t-shirt dhoondi jo sink ke paas giri thi. Uski bra table ke kinare atki thi, ek strap dangling.

Tabhi neeche se horn baji. Tempo ki. Tez, do baar, phir ek lambi.

Tempo ne scene tod diya

Gali se kisi ne chillaya, “Meenal! Cover proof leke khada hoon, jaldi aao!”

Woh awaaz itni saaf thi ke studio ki khidki ne use andar fek diya. Meenal ki aankhen meri taraf uthin, phir jeans ki taraf. Usne panty pehni, jeans kheenchi, kurta ke bache button lagaye, dupatta kandhon par daala jaise pehle nikalne wali thi, bas ab saans abhi bhi uljhi hui thi.

“Cover,” usne sirf itna kaha, aur darwaze ki taraf bhaagi. Joota ek pair mein pehna, doosra haath mein uthaya. Lightbox on hi reh gaya. Teen erotic pages wahi the, ab unke upar hamari body ki garmi ki ek halki si lahar bhi thi jo sookh rahi thi.

Main khidki tak gaya. Neeche gali mein press wala tempo ke footboard par khada tha, cover sheet haath mein, Dehradun ki raat ki batti uske peeche. Meenal seedhiyan utarti hui dikhi, dupatta ko kaan ke peeche karte hue, jaise sirf kaam ke liye nikli ho.

Usne sheet li, tempo ke paas khadi hokar dekhne lagi. Main upar se dekhta raha, meri ungliyon par ab bhi uski smell thi, aur studio ke andar lamp ki ek goli roshni un pages ko chamka rahi thi jo usne nikalte nikalte chhod diye the.

Neeche Meenal ne cover par ungli rakh kar kuch kaha, press wala hansne laga, tempo ki engine phir se kaampi. Woh sheet leke tempo ke saath gali ke mor ki taraf badh gayi. Upar studio mein main lamp nahi chhua. Pages wahi sookh rahe the, aur gali ki horn door hote hote khatam ho gayi.

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